The Unbeatables - What Are You Doing lyrics

[Intro] I'm k**ing them all I'm k**ing them all I'm k**ing them all I'm k**ing them all [Verse 1] Just the other day I got bit by a venomous 2 days later Chuck Norris died, call up the ambulance Tell em' to stand by, tell em' my franchise Is leaving them past fried, I'm living the fast life f** a school, I'm doing my math right 15k this past month, 3k last night That's 14 more than my teachers period Ever made in a 4 week period, period I'm k**ing them softly, they said I wouldn't amount to sh** I guess I mounted a bit, maybe a mountain and sh** Hold on, f**, I miscounted this grip My counselors can bounce on a dick and s** 'til their tonsils get stripped Man, I hope they see this soon Cause a few years from noon, I'll be doing the moonwalk Or better yet walking on the moon With a f**ing parakeet singing my tune Call me a f**ing therapist, what the f** am I doing? [Hook x2] What are you doing? I'm k**in' 'em all All these a**es lined up Man, I'm kickin' 'em all All these critics gettin' mad Man, I'm tickin' 'em off They wanna point their finger at me Man, I'm flickin' 'em off [Verse 2] I impress nothing less than a missile Let me address this issue, Pa**ionate, I guess I'm next to diss you Tell Luke Skywalker you need a shirt that fits you Rip a mic, b**h you couldn't rip a tissue So let me find out where the Docs admit you And I'll be sure to stop by with some Midol for your menstrual "Crushing me, I think Pa**ionate has But I don't like little boys like this Pa**ionate f*g" Is it Parkinson's or is this f*g having a seizure? I can see through this phony, I don't need to research I don't need to meet him to know he's wack as sh** Fact is, he's mad as sh** cause he tries too hard to rap and sh** And I don't gotta try to rap a bit There's a slim chance that I'll get grabbed a bit But this fake Canibus is just a f*ggot prick Who thinks he's a rap god, but he's a bag of sh** [Hook x2] What are you doing? I'm k**in' 'em all All these a**es lined up Man, I'm kickin' 'em all All these critics gettin' mad Man, I'm tickin' 'em off They wanna point their finger at me Man, I'm flickin' 'em off